Purple hyacinth
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- Sorrow, I'm sorry please forgive me -
Jennie Watts - she was what people called perfect. Perfect grades, perfect family, perfect life but there is a saying never judge a book by its cover. Jenn...
⚠️ Hello everyone - TW ⚠️ - There is mention of trafficking in this chapter ——————————————————————
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Matteo and I walk up the stairs to the V.I.P room on the second floor of the club Diamond.
Owned by the Irish Mafia, who has been very beneficial to the American mafia for a long time.
But that all ends today.
Why? Because the Irish mafia is a piece of fucking shit.
WhatdoyouneedbyAshley Sienna fades into the background as we reach the V.I.P rooms.
One of the Irish mafia's lapdogs sees us approaching him, making him bow and open the door letting us into a meeting I don't fucking want to attend.
As I walk in, I scan the room straight away.
The room is what your typical V.I.P room would look like. You got the bar, the tables and couches, the massive glass wall that looks down on the main floor.
People completely oblivious to the fact that they're being watched by a bunch of old fucks wanting to get their dicks wet.
"Lucas! Welcome." An old and obnoxious voice says making me wanna neck myself.
The owner of the voice Sean Raven the boss of the Irish mafia and a pain in my fucking ass.
"Sean." I say giving him a short greeting.
"Good to see you again." He says giving me a flashy smile showing off his gold tooth. God I want to rip that tooth.
"The feeling isn't mutual." I say joining Matteo on the couch.
"Matteo didn't anyone teach you manner." Callum Raven says, another pain in my fucking ass. But he's the son and heir to the Irish mafia so his presence is I don't know how necessary.
"They did but your a nobody, so ask me that again and I'll rip your fucking head off." Matteo says in a bored tone.
Callum's face goes pale while Sean awkwardly laughs. "Now, no need for that." He says covering for his sons mistake of talking to Matteo like that.
Over the years Matteo has earned himself a colourful reputation. Not only in the mafia world but also in the business world.
When Matteo makes promises or says he'll do something he'll do it, doesn't matter how brutal the promise is.
Sean sits on the couch in-front of us and his son soon follows after composing himself.
"Now let's talk about business." Sean starts, "why have you called this meeting?"
I snap my fingers making one of my man hand me a file.
I grab the file and throw it on the table and motion with my hand for Sean to pick it up.
